The whole royal family has been murdered, but the hope is not lost. It turns out that the prince's (or king's) servant-lover carries his child and so he is chosen to rule as regent until his child is mature enough to rule. What happens next is up to the author, but I want that baby heir to the throne to get pregnant by the same murderers later on in life.
Hi friends! This is my first time posting on this blog, but long time reader. I've had this one as a WIP for some time now and finally finished it. However, it is not beta read, we die like the entire royal family (almost) so keep that in mind as you read. Or don't I can't tell you what to do. Anyways, I had to split it into at least two parts, possibly more, because there was just too much content to put into one. That said, please enjoy and hopefully it won't take me as long to finish the second part. (But I promise nothing, because life be like that sometimes.)
The Heir: Part I
You nearly fainted when you heard the news. The entire royal family had been murdered in the dead of night.
Every single person except the one in your womb. The product of your secret and passionate lovemaking with the prince. You now carried the only remaining member of the royal family and it would be several months before they entered the world.
You were barely showing, but a small bump could be seen beneath your tunic if one was looking for it. Hiding it would soon become an impossibility. Then you would have to make the decision of weather or not to tell the truth of the child's heritage.
Your hand rested on your bump as tears streamed down your face. Heart aching from the loss of your prince. Your love. You may have only been his man servant, but he never treated you as such. The love and passion between you both was real. The prince had expressed many times the desire to marry you and to bed you (though he'd already done the latter several times already; he wanted to do it as your husband.) If you could run away together that would've been wonderful, but too many responsibilities rested on the prince's shoulders.
You remembered telling the prince you were with child and that he was the father. You'd feared he would be angry or tell you to leave and not return until the child was born, but your trepidations were put to rest when a look of elation spread across his face and he embraced you, spinning around with you in his arms.
You both had planned to come forward and tell the Queens. The two of you wanted to wait until your pregnancy was further along though so that there would be no question. But that time never came. The prince and the royal family had been taken from you . Now, they would never know. The prince would never get to meet their child. The Queens would never become grandparents. And you were certain that you would never love again.
Weeks passed. The kingdom mourned the loss of the royals and with the void of rulers the few advisors left were either scrambling for power or trying to find a replacement for the throne. You wondered if your position as a servant to the royal family would no longer hold up and you would have to find a new home, but seemingly in the chaos no one seemed to pay you any mind. The child in your womb steadily grew and soon enough you could no longer hide the swell of your middle. You began to feel the occasional flutter of movement within you. It was an odd yet wonderful sensation. The lower part of your belly had become quite firm and gently rubbing it soothed you in more ways than one.
You recently caught wind of pregnant women and men all over the kingdom were filing in to lay claim that they carried the unborn heir to the throne. It got bad enough that the council asked the high mage to verify the claims. So far, no one was found to be telling the truth and were merely trying their hand at becoming royalty. You decided to come forward with the truth, not because you wanted the throne, but because you wanted the child in your womb, the heir of your prince, to grow up in its rightful place.
"Yes? What do you want," The councilman said to you upon walking into the main hall and asking for audience. This particular councilman was a grisly man who looked far older than his true age, a beard of more salt than pepper, a tunic of yellow and grey, and a brow that seemed to be eternally stuck in a scowl. He was also the council member acting as regent until a new ruler was found, a role that he seemed far to content to fill. This was someone you very rarely wanted to cross paths with, but given the circumstances, you had no other choice.
One of your hands rested on your growing bump subconsciously. It had become a comforting thing to do in moments of anxiousness.
You took a shaky breath. "I am...*was*the chamber servant of the late prince. I am come to say that I carry his heir in my womb."
A number of scoffs echoed off the walls and several eyes rolled. "Another one, I see. Boy, do you know how many people we've had just today coming in here and saying that?" His voice had an unpleasant gruffness to it.
"I understand, but--"
"Is it position you want? Coin? Then you are out of fortune and you will have to wait just like everyone el--" The councilman paused as someone leaned over and whispered in his ear. You recognized them as a fellow chamber servant. You had both been in the castle for a handful of years. Whatever information was being relayed caused for confusion and mild shock to cross the councilman's face. A few moments of deafening silence passed as you waited for a further reply. Then he finally spoke.
"I have been informed that while you and the prince were able to hide it well enough from the nobles of the court, it was a less well-kept secret amongst the servants of this castle, your relations with the prince." He said with a hint of displeasure. The councilman stroked his chin in thought. "I suppose that however unlikely it is that you do carry the heir to the throne, there is no harm in verifying this claim."
He motioned to the high mage who stepped forward. He was a tall man in long robes of grey and blue. He had a much kinder face than that of the councilman, younger too. If you had to guess he couldn't be more than four or five years your senior. His hair was dark, like the oak of the wardrobe in the prince's chambers, and his jawline had the hints of a beard the same color.
"This way, if you would." The mage gestured to a door off to the side. You went into the room and heard the door close behind you. The mage and the councilman had followed you en suite. You looked around, taking in the room. It was not a large room. It contained only a chair in one corner and a thin table against the wall on the left. There were a number of phials and various jars organized in no discernable manner on its surface. You suspected that the room had been turned into a temporary place to test the claims to the throne. The afternoon sun shone through the angular window in the wall directly across from the door.
"Let us get on with this." The councilman sighed in exasperation as he sat in the lone chair. "Remove your tunic." He said, waving a hand.
Confusion and concern creep onto your face. "What?" You breath.
"Did I stutter, boy? Remove your tunic."
"I--what ever for?" Your hand protectively found your belly once more.
The mage stepped forward with a sympathetic expression. "In order to accurately determine whether or not the child you carry is the prince's I need to be able to touch your belly directly. Unfortunately it will not work through clothing. Only your tunic need be removed though."
You let out a breath of relief and give a nod of comprehension. After doffing your tunic you are left in only your trousers, belly full on display. You made the mistake of making eye contact with the councilman who seemed to be staring at your obvious bump and giving a look of disgust.
"If I may?" The mage was hovering a hand over your rounded stomach. You nodded your consent and he pressed his hand against your swollen bump, gently rubbing as if to find a good spot. His hand paused low on your belly; lower than you were expecting to. The sensation felt so wonderful you had to keep yourself from letting out a small whine. It was the first time anyone else had touched your stomach since the prince died and you'd forgotten how much you loved the feeling.
"I apologize if my hands are cold. " Apparently, you hadn't done as good of a job at staying quiet as you thought. You felt your face get hot.
"It's alright." His hands were quite warm, in fact, but you weren't about to tell him that wasn't why you made the sound.
You happened to look over to the mage's other hand which was lightly fisted. From the edges you could see the tiny wisps of hair poking out. It was the same auburn color as the prince's.
You saw a pulse of magic radiate from the mage's hand and permeate your belly. It felt somewhat strange, but not unpleasant; merely odd. Nothing appeared to happen for a few seconds until the hair grasped in the mage's hand began to emit a soft, glowing light.
He locked eyes with you, giving you a comforting grin. That was when you noticed he had the most vibrant sapphire eyes. The mage looked over to the councilman, almost with satisfaction. "He speaks truth. The child is the prince's heir."
It may have been the lighting or perhaps your imagination, but the councilman seemed to sneer at the revelation. "Well then, I shall relay this to the rest of the council members and we shall decide what course of action to take. Until then, keep this information to yourselves. We wouldn't want anyone coming after you as well, now would we?" And with that not-so-subtle-threatening-tone he stood and exited the room, leaving you alone with the mage - who still had his hand on your belly, practically cradling it fondly - and your wild thoughts that contemplated the councilman's meaning.
"So....should I return to my chambers?"
"Right, sorry" The mage seemed to realize where his hand still was and pulled away. You couldn't help but miss the sensation of someone lightly caressing your swollen bump. "That would likely be wisest idea for the time being. Do you....I could escort you if you'd like?"
You offered a gentle grin to match his. "Thank you, but there's no need. I know the way. It may not be a secret to anyone in the castle that I am with child, but as far as anyone else is concerned they all think it was from one night at the tavern." You rub your belly in fond amusement.
"Of course," He sounded disappointed as he handed you back your tunic. "Should you need anything though do not feel that I would be burdened to help you. Anything, truly."
Something was hinted in the mage's tone, though you couldn't quite discern what. You could tell it was kindly meant regardless. "Thank you, I shall remember that."
"My liege, are you alright?" The mage asked.
You rubbed your large, swollen belly as a wave of discomfort passed through. "I'm fine, thank you."
Months had gone by since you came forth and shared that you were pregnant with the heir to the throne and two days after that you were named regent until the time came where your child was old enough to rule. In that same passage of time you only continued to grow. You had been quite surprised with how quickly and how much your belly swelled in the most recent weeks. You could feel every kick and movement of the babe within your womb. They were quite an active one, though you more often than not enjoyed the feeling. Your time would soon be upon you to give birth and though you couldn't be certain to the exact day or time, you suspected you had less than a month left. Wrapping your head around the fact that your belly would only continue to become larger and more rounded until that time came was daunting and somewhat difficult, yet there was also excitement at the thought. You imagined being even heavier with child, your middle swelling more and more, pushing out further and making it so you had to spread your legs when you sat.
The notion made the discomfort melt away and in all honesty made you want to be filled all over again.
"I think I need to retire to my chambers. Please, be my escort." One of your hands supported your lower belly as you stood from your chair, robes cascading down to the floor. At this stage of your pregnancy none of your trousers fit nor were they comfortable to wear and so you opted for something more freeing. not to mention it made it much easier for you to sate your needs when the urge arose.
"Of course, my liege."
As you walked you could feel gravity pulling at your heavy abdomen. Your back often hurt from the weight of your stomach and little did to alleviate that soreness. You made it to the door and the mage opened it and you made a beeline for the bed. Since becoming regent you were moved to the royal bedchambers. Compared to your previous cot of a bed - save for the nights spent with the prince - this one was incredible, especially in the latter months of your pregnancy. The framing alone was intricate and tall, made entirely of a dark colored wood, with strong pillars at each corner and a canopy over the top. The bedding was fluffy and soft with a rich purple and red design.
You managed to kick off your boots, using one hand to balance yourself against a pillar and the other supporting the firm underside of your large abdomen.
"Would you like me to massage you, sire?" You nodded in almost desperate affirmation and doffed your robes, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments. There was a cushioned chest at the foot of the bed that you knelt on and rested your arms on the bed, letting your heavy belly hang down. You felt the skilled hands of the mage deftly begin their work of massaging your lower back, making your muscles relax and offering momentary relief.
This was something the mage had offered a few months prior when you first were experiencing discomfort. You were uncertain initially, but he proved to be quite adept at massaging and in addition to his magic, it felt heavenly. Since then it had become something of a routine between the two of you. Both of you had developed a somewhat close relationship since your first interaction. And while you still mourned the loss of your prince, it was incredibly wonderful to have someone at your side during this time. It was as if the gods had sent someone in the prince's stead to be your tether and fulfill certain needs.
The mage moved their hands up and down your back and around your sides, each time he seemed to go closer to your gravid belly. You could feel his magic pulsating outwards into your body. The instant his fingers brushed against your stomach a shiver of excitement coursed through you. His hands went further and massaged the sides of your swollen middle. You let out a small whine.
"I'm sorry, am I pressing too hard?" The mage asked.
"No, please don't stop." You said a little too quickly. He obeyed your command and resumed his ministrations. You couldn't help but rub a hand over your mound that nearly touched the bed beneath you.
During the entire time knowing the mage, you had felt a connection between you and him. Truthfully the only reason you had not asked him to bed you was out of respect and guilt for your deceased prince. You knew that you would never truly move on. However, you also knew at that moment you wanted something that could only be satiated by another being. You wanted to be filled.
Your hand rubbed the massive expanse of your rounded stomach, your hips rocked forward slightly and moan escaped your lips.
"Are you well, my liege?"
"I want you inside me." You whined breathily.
".....Sorry?"
"I need you inside me." You said with more desperation.
There was a long pause and you worried that he'd been scared away, but then you felt his hands snake around your sides and palm the heavy underside of your still growing belly. You felt his body press against yours and him lean down to whisper in your ear. "I thought you'd never ask."
That alone nearly made you cum.
His hands roamed over the swell of your tummy, eliciting a series of moans from you. His hips grinded against your ass, teasing your already wet hole. Then he tugged slightly at the hem of your undergarments.
"May I?" He asked.
"Yes."
With that they were shimmied down to your knees, leaving your hole open and vulnerable. The mage pressed back up against you and you felt his bare cock brush against your hole.
He whispered in a sultry voice. "You want me inside you, my liege?"
You whimpered. "Yes."
He thrust his cock inside of you, your vision went white with ecstasy, and you came all over the bed. One of his hands held your hips flush against his and the other kept rubbing your swollen belly, hardening your cock all over again. His cock moved in and out of your pulsing, wet hole. He pounded so deep inside of you, reaching your cervix and sending a crashing wave of ecstasy washing over your entire being. Breathless moans could be heard from either one of you as you each grind in tandem, pushing him deeper and deeper inside. You felt his cock get even bigger inside your tight hole and suddenly his hips stuttered and you felt his spend flood your womb, filling your swollen belly even more as another orgasm made you quiver with breathless pleasure.
The two of you went for countless more rounds, each time somehow better than the last. You were quite amazed with how much cum the mage had pumped inside of you. It was so much that each time your belly swelled even more, pushing it out further. You couldn't help but rub your swollen mound, savoring the feeling of being so full.
After you both felt satisfied you and the mage lay cuddled underneath the sheets of your bed with a stitch of clothing nowhere to be found. The mage was softly rubbing your belly as you contentedly rested next to him.
You observed him for a time before finally speaking. "How long have you wanted to bed me?"
The mage turned bright red and avoided eye contact. It was rather endearing. "If I'm being honest..quite awhile. Forgive me for being imprudent."
You chuckled quietly. "It isn't imprudent. At least not to me. In truth I've wanted the same for some time now too."
"...You have?"
"I have. The only thing that stopped me before was feeling like it was a betrayal to the late prince." You said solemnly. "But in the very realness of the situation, he is gone and I am here, heavily pregnant with his child, now the regent of a kingdom and I--I cannot do any of this alone."
The mage continued to rub your belly with a fondness. He locked eyes with you. "If you will allow me to remain by your side, you will not have to."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. All you could do was nod in eager gratitude and simper with joy. The mage leaned leaned closer. His hand left your belly and he brought it to hover next your face and paused, as if unsure whether or not to go further. Then he cupped your face ever so gently.
"May...may I kiss you?"
You smiled and nodded again. He kissed you tentatively at first, as if he were afraid to overwhelm you, but you melted anyways and it quickly turned into a kiss of passion.
It was in the middle of a court gathering that your waters broke.
You'd been feeling poorly for most of the morning, rubbing your massive belly to soothe the occasional discomfort and tightening sensation. For several hours you would feel your stomach squeeze slightly, but it wasn't enough to make you think you were going into labor. You still weren't due for another week, you thought. Or had you miss-counted and you were supposed to give birth a week ago? At this point you couldn't keep the days straight. All of them blurred together between all of your duties as regent, preparing for the coming heir, and taking every free moment you could spare to spend with the mage; often times those moments leading to wonderful ecstasy.
Your belly had dropped quite a bit about a fortnight prior and you couldn't help but keep your hand low on your swell as you walked the halls. While you greatly looked forward to holding your child and being able to sleep comfortably again, you were also loathe to feel empty and for your belly to no longer be swollen. Just the mere reminder of how big and heavy you were at that moment made you somewhat aroused, but sadly you dismissed the urges as best you could as you were still meant to be listening to your advisors reports.
You sat on the throne, to anyone likely appearing magnificent, radiant, and almost ethereal, but also heavily pregnant with your belly spilling into your lap. You'd only grown more with each passing day. Just when you thought you couldn't anymore, your belly seemed to mock you and swell even further.
Your mage stood just to your right. It gave you a comfort that he was close by both as your closest advisor and now your lover. One of the court members one droning on about something or another when a great tightening of your belly made you wince and let out a small groan as you rubbed the area. Then you felt your drawers become damp with warm fluid and panic flooded your mind.
The mage was at your side in an instant. "My liege?"
"I--I think my waters have broken." Your voice quivered.
Truthfully you don't remember the next few minutes. Only a cacophony of voices and people rushing to your aid. Arms supporting you as you stood from your chair, one of your hands holding your gravid belly and the other gripping onto your mage's hand like a lifeline. The journey to your bedchambers seemed eternal and each successive contraction only worsened the situation. Just as you are crossing the threshold of your room your belly tightens. The air leaves your chest and you do your best to breath through it, massaging your swollen middle. You can feel your baby dropping lower into your pelvis by the minute. It wouldn't be long before the need to push would become overwhelming.
At last you make it to your bed with the mage trailing close behind you. For some reason standing felt better than sitting had, so you grab hold of the bedframe, swaying your hips back and forth. This briefly soothes your discomfort, but only until another contraction ripples across your stomach. You groan in pain, and yet, the feeling of the baby being so low in your pelvis is exhilarating, making you ever so slightly more wet. A moment of clarity reminded you that you needed to remove your undergarments, only to realize that either you or the mage had removed them after arriving in your bedchamber.
Your abdomen tightened again, permeating you with pain. You rubbed your swollen belly in the hopes that it would alleviate some of the pain, breathing through it as best you can. At some point the royal physician examined you between contractions and said that while you have begun the birthing process, your body is not yet ready to push out the babe. You have to wait.
And so you wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Hours pass of near agonizing contractions. The mage's comforting presence and caresses to your belly were all that kept you sane.
You aren't sure exactly how long has passed but it feels like an eternity of enduring contractions, however they are getting closer together. Soon enough, you feel an undeniable urge.
"I--I need to push!" You moaned. For some reason half sitting half squatting at the foot of the bed is what felt right to you. The mage sat behind you, supporting your upper body. The midwife and physician were positioned beneath you, ready to catch the babe once it was released from the folds of your entrance. You screamed as another contraction ripples across your taught abdomen and you bore down with it, pushing as hard as you can. You felt your entrance widening impossibly as the head came through. With the next contraction and push, the doctor told you the head is out and moments later you felt the rest of the baby slide out of your stretched hole, followed by a shrill wail.
"It's a healthy boy!" Said the physician. You hardly noticed your pain once your and the late prince' baby was placed on your chest. You couldn't help but sob in happiness as you looked at your child. Your only wish at that moment was that the prince could have met his son.
A/N: Based on my sims legacy save, when I say Johnny I mean Johnny Zest lol. First fic like this be nice.
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Johnny was pregnant. Heavily. He was overdue, actually, by a good couple of weeks. Contractions when you’ve progressed this far are normal, but Johnny kept insisting that the pressure he’d been feeling for the past day and a half were simply nothing more than braxton hicks. Practice contractions. His lovely boyfriend, Romeo, just wanted to be there for him. As much as he wanted to scoop him up, put him in the car, and drive him to a hospital the moment he started feeling the pains.
That’s not what he wanted, though, and so instead he just waited on his every need and made him feel better in any way he possibly could. Whether that was softly rubbing his belly, making his favorite food, or letting him cry through the contractions on his cock until it became too uncomfortable to keep going. He did whatever he could. Eventually, they both just went to sleep, promising that if he was still feeling them the next day, they’d do something about it. Their seemingly perfect plan hit a wall when Johnny woke up suddenly at near four in the morning.
A sharp pain hit his back and spread through his stomach, making him sit up before he could even realize what he was even doing. The muscles in his torso had tightened harder than they ever had, and a vague pressure loomed in his hips, bringing this deep pressing to his cervix. He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning back on one hand, the other rubbing his tight belly as if it would help ease the dragging pain that only seemed to increase the longer he was awake.
After a good two minutes of biting down groans, the wave turned into a dull buzz, and he was able to sit himself back up proper. He had finally accepted that, maybe, he was in true labour. It must have been early labour, though. Everything from the last couple of days was just practice contractions, braxton hicks. It could still be days until they held their baby, right? He wasn’t going to worry much about it. That’s what he told himself at the very least. He got out of bed as carefully as he could, not wanting to wake Romeo.
He had been worrying about him all day, on top of a full day at work; He wanted to let him get his rest. As he slid to the side of the bed to hop off, he found it was wet where he had been sleeping, slightly sticky. He ran a hand over the pool. It wasn’t just wet in one place, rather as though something was dripping to create it. It wasn’t a case of wetting the bed, he was in his tenth month of this pregnancy, he knew what that looked like. After wiping his hand on a dry part of the sheets, the confusion growing, it hit him.
His water had broken in his sleep. He’d always had an incredibly high pain tolerance. This wouldn’t surprise anyone who knew him, that he didn’t complain about being in active labour until his water broke. That he hadn’t even flinched at the thirty hours worth of contractions he’d been through. Usually, it was a positive trait, but it was quite inconvenient at the moment now that he was thrown into pain hours after he should have. There was no gradual introduction, it was simply there now. He hadn’t felt the pressure yet, the life shattering pain everyone had warned him of, he just assumed that meant everything he’d felt was just false labour.
It would be gone in the morning. If not gone, then lesser. Nothing could have prepared him to wake in a worse state. Before he could even hoist himself up on his feet, he felt another contraction building. His entire body tensed as it only got worse, first his stomach, then his chest, then his calves and thighs. He felt the stabbing sensation at the base of his back. Arching as if attempting to get away from the pain that, in reality, was utterly inescapable. It was hard, bad, not anything he couldn’t handle, but truly bad. It hurt like a bitch.
Even he, the man who once walked on a broken ankle for multiple weeks no problem, could admit that. Johnny wondered how far along he was, how long he had actually been at this, and how much more he had to go. His belly was far too big by now to check for himself, but he wasn’t going to wake his boyfriend up if it wasn’t a total emergency. He’d made it this far on his own, he could let him sleep for another hour or so. He would just start the day on his own, and when his boyfriend woke up, as much as he didn’t want to be anywhere near a hospital, they’d go. He just wished he had any way of knowing how much time he had left.
After stretching and changing his soaked pajama pants, he pulled himself up from the bed. He made coffee, saving some for Romeo who he knew would need it just as much as he did, tidied up the unfinished card game they’d been playing the night before, and once he got too tired to continue properly occupying himself, he sat down on the couch and began flipping channels. He had barely gotten through the small tasks he had finished, every five minutes having to stop to lean on whatever was nearest and whimper through the contractions which were frequently growing in both number and intensity.
By the time he had finished everything, it was nearing five in the morning, and he knew Romeo would be waking soon. He utterly dreaded if. He didn’t want his boyfriend seeing him this way, he never wanted him to see him this way, but especially not as panicked and unprepared he felt. Even though it was unavoidable from the start, he hoped that somehow he’d avoid Romeo being in the room when he was eventually dragged to a hospital and forced to give birth there. He knew once Ro saw him like this, he’d immediately be on his way to the nearest emergency room. At least that’s what he thought. He didn’t realize how far his labor had gone, he’d never even checked to begin with. This was all new to him, he’d never done this before, how was he to know what it should be like.
There was a part of him that thought he was simply being a lightweight, a wimp about the pain. He was in the early stages, and managing it horridly. He continually reprimanded himself through pains, meanwhile his hips were being split open from the inside out. He didn’t know much, but he knew he wanted nothing less than to be in a sterile, professional, space. Lucky for him, he wouldn’t have the time to get there. He took in a sharp breath as he felt another contraction kick up. This one was different, not inherently more painful, just more intense.
He didn’t just feel his belly harden. He felt the large head of his baby spreading him deep inside as it descended into his canal, the tighter his stomach got, the smaller his innards felt. He doubled over, knees bending to make room for his round belly. The feeling became so overwhelming, he finally let himself make more noise than the gasps and strangled breaths he had been allowing himself thus far. He let out a high pitched whine, loud and piercing, only gaining in volume as the pulse peaked. Once the wave passed, he hoped and prayed that Romeo had not heard, panting and gripping onto his own thighs for dear life. He didn’t want to deal with the sterile air of a doctor, hands all over him, and the bright white lights above him.
He would rather continue struggling here, on the floor in front of the couch, than have to go into the ER right now. He would rather be outside on the pavers of their back porch than go into the ER right now. He couldn’t care less whether he was alone, as long as he could stay in his own home where he was comfortable. “Shit-“ He said to himself, being cut off by his own whines as he vividly felt every body part moving past the opening of his cervix. Their tiny limbs feeling quite a bit larger in the man’s small body. He let out sharp pants and whines every time another little part caught on the edge of his uterus, only adding to the push and pull sensation burning in his stomach.
Every hand, hip, and knee, and shoulder self a jolt of pain and pure pressure through his entire body. Legs shaking, he fell to his knees on the rug below, accidentally doing nothing but opening himself further. “Shit! SHIT!” Now he was yelling. He regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth, but he simply couldn’t have stopped it or controlled it. The baby was moving quickly towards his slit, faster than he thought it should be, faster than he thought it could. The weight now being put on the inside of his cunt was so noticeable, so strong and intense, if you told him he swallowed a bowling ball he would have believed you. He was going to give birth, alone, in the living room whether that’s what he wanted or not.
As the pressure built, so did the frequency of his shallow breaths. Focused on not screaming, not pushing with all his might, he failed to notice that his boyfriend had been woken by his distressed yelling moments before. He slinked into the room, finding Johnny with his knees digging into the usually soft plush of the carpet, a deep bulge threatening to tear his pussy apart. “Johnny! What the hell is going on! Is- is that the baby?” He was stunned, here he was looking at his precious boy struggling on the floor with the birth of their child. Their child. The sun hadn’t even risen, and here he was choking down his own screams as he birthed an overdue child. They weren’t even sure how big the baby was, since Johnny refused to go to appointments for the last few weeks of the pregnancy, he couldn’t imagine what would have lead him to believe he should go through with this.
He knew he didn’t want a hospital, but if he had known he’d go this far, he’d have helped him plan something safer at home. Johnny continued straining, hand moving from his thigh to the corner of the table. He gripped it tightly, so tightly it may break the skin of his palm. The smallest sounds of effort made it through his gritted back teeth. Romeo rushed over to him, kneeling beside him and softly placing his hand on top of his boyfriends, thumb running over the back of his hand as an attempt at comfort.
The baby didn’t move much, and the contraction soon faded, leaving Johnny panting and slack jawed. “Romeo- Ro, I’m so sorry. Didn’t- I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He huffed, hand still clipped to the coffee table even if the pressure had let up. Romeo ran a hand through Johny’s hair, prompting him to look up at his face, and into his always encouraging eyes. His former coaching self would always be around, especially when the love of his life needed coaching more than ever. Needed a pep rally at his side more than ever. “Babe, you should’ve woken me up hours ago from what I can see.” He chucked, trying to lighten the air in the room with the ever present charisma of his. Continuing to run a hand though his boyfriends hair, Johnny leaning into the touch as if it was a lifeline from the consistent feeling of being stretched from the inside out.
At if the gentle scratch from his boyfriend’s nails outweighed all the damage he’d endured this morning. “I’m here, that’s all that matters. You’re gonna get this baby out.” Johnny just nodded, tears pricking his eyes at the compassion he was being given. He attempted to blink them away but when that failed he simply let his eyes shut, setting his cheek in Romeo’s hand. Enjoying his presence for a moment, a moment of quiet in this buzzing, nonstop, morning. “Here, before you’re in any more pain, let’s get you in a better spot. Sitting like that just can’t be comfortable, and I can’t see what’s goin’ on the way you are.”
Again, Johnny just nodded. Romeo helped him stand, a sharp groan falling from his mouth as the weight shifted in his uterus. He sat him down on the edge of the couch. Grabbing every pillow from the couch, the loveseat, and the big rocker in the nursery that they’d spent weeks picking out. He set them up around Johnny, giving him a nice, soft, place to lean and move. It looked a bit silly with all the different patterns and pillow covers, obviously unplanned and doing well with what they had, much like every step of this birth so far. “Ah. Ah- Romeo.” Johnny whined, panic in his voice as he once again felt their baby punch towards his cunt.
“Ro! Romeo! Shit, sh-“ He cut himself off with a sob that turned into a whine, his hands grasping the first things they found around him. One twisting the corner of a pillow, the other clawed into the back of the couch. Formerly tense leg muscles now feeling restless, it took everything in him not to snap his legs together. As if it would stop the child from coming out, or give him a break. “I’m right here! Just do what feels right, sweet boy, I’ll take care of the rest.” He had moved to kneeling between his knees, having full access and full view of his boys entrance. Usually a sight that would get him beyond excited, it just gave him anxiety. It was still bulged, not yet open, the head sitting just behind his lips.
The hair around was trimmed back and groomed to a T, just how Johnny liked it to be, it made his job a bit easier at the moment, he had to admit. Raising his hand, he gently prodded around the outside of the inevitable ring to see what he could feel. This caused Johnny to jerk back, a quick breath releasing from him. Romeo could only look back up at him with sympathy. “It’s coming, Ro, I gotta push. I can’t- I gotta fuckin’ push!” Back arching off the couch in some attempt at escaping the pain, he started pushing downwards, hard. His boyfriend was sending strings of encouragement, but he couldn’t hear any of them over the sound of his own humming, still trying not to make much noise even though Romeo was awake and in front of him.
Maybe it was the embarrassment of showing pain, but it was obvious that he wasn’t letting himself feel. Romeo took two fingers on both hands, tracing them around Johnny’s slowly opening cunt. He watched closely as the first glimpse of their baby bulged from his hole, bald head shiny with birthing fluids. Just barely peaking out, barely even stretching him. You’d never know with how strong he was being vocally. Romeo wouldn’t say a single thing, for fear of scaring him even more, but he was worried about how large this baby seemed. The bulge spanned from one hip to the other. His boyfriend was tiny, and he evidently had a very long way to go. He pushed until the contraction left, the very few progress he’d made being reversed as the baby receded right where it was before he began pushing.
When he finally let go, he let himself fall forward, whimpering to himself. “She went back, Ro. That was my third push- Why? Why did she go back in?” He cried, the desire to push creeped up on him, despite the lack of urge. The longer their baby pushed against his normally plush walls, the more the overstimulation set in, the more he just wanted them out. “I know, baby, that’ll happen. Don’t worry about it.” Romeo rubbed his boyfriend’s thigh with one hand, feeling as goosebumps appeared on his skin. He looked at Johnny’s face, he had to admit he looked gorgeous like this.
Hair slick to his face, putting so much effort into birthing their child, if he wasn’t so focused on keeping him safe, he might have found himself hard against his thin sweatpants. “Do whatever you need to do, lovebug. I promise, I’ll take care of you-“ “Oh god- no- not again so soon!” Johnny spread his legs further, his body pushing the baby downward once more. He strained, feet pressing into the floor as he felt the sting of himself being stretched. The head surged up onto the forehead, and he couldn’t help but let a small shaky moan out of his gritted teeth, still trying to bite down his grunts and groans.
The pain was getting to be something like he’d never experienced before. “Johnny, babe.” Ro squeezed his knee to get his attention, the fingers of his other hand hooking between the head and Johnny, gently pulling in order to stretch him further. “We’re the only ones here. You’re allowed to feel the pain, yknow. You’re allowed to make noise.” He shook his head frantically, gasping out a ‘no cant’ between pushes. Romeo knew him better, he knew he could, he just wasn’t letting himself, whether for embarrassment or the fear that he’d get into trouble, he wasn’t sure. “Let me make myself more clear. I need you to scream for me.” A sob left Johnny at these words. He just barely shook his head again, both at his boyfriend and at the baby inching its way from him. “I need you to yell and groan and swear and do whatever feels right to get you through this. You’re in control.”
“Fuck! Okay, okay!” He yelled, letting another sob as the push continued. He got the babe out to its forehead by the time the contraction began letting up. As he stopped pushing , he felt as the small progress he had made once again slipped back inside of him. “No! No, no, no, no, no! Please!!” Romeo hooked his fingers into his boys cunt once more, stretching the skin around what was still present of the head. He wanted to help as much as he could, he knew he needed this to be over as soon as possible. Johnny whined and writhed at what felt like his pussy being torn. He knew it was just Ro, and he knew Ro would never let that happen, but it sure felt like it.
The tingling of the forced stretch was almost unbearable, he couldn’t imagine how the rest of the actual birth would feel. His steel tolerance to pain was being shattered by the second. “Romes,,” He whimpered, stretching his arms around his taut belly to grip onto his boyfriend’s wrists. He wanted to push his hands away, scream at him to stop even though he knew it would help. “I can’t do this, Romes. This fucking hurts, I feel like I’m being torn apart. It hurts- it hurts so bad- Romeo please!!” He didn’t have much time to prepare before the next wave hit him, screaming as his body bore down for him. The baby jumped forward, showing its forehead with no trouble this time, the movement now too much and too quick for its father.
“You’re doing so good for me, sweet boy!” Romeo encouraged, hoping his boy could hear him over his own screaming. His hands only held onto Ro’s wrists harder, likely not even realizing that’s where his grip was. He kept pushing, head leaning back onto the back of the couch, amplifying the high pitched sounds he was making. “Push! Push! Go, go!” “I am, Ro! I’m trying!” Johnny cried, taking a big breath before going in for another push. The contraction was still strong, maybe it was another contraction, actually. How was he to know when they were borderline directly on top of each other. He could feel every curve of his baby’s face as it slowly sunk out of his hole.
The moment he began passing their nose, he knew, and he hated every second of it. “Help- God- Fuck- Any way you can, pleeeaaase!!” Johnny’s ‘please’ ended in a scream as the baby moved once more. Romeo tried to shush him, calm him by running his fingers up and down his calf, but deep down something told him the only way to truly help would be to get the baby out. Once again, despite the “ah!”s and “not again!”s of protest, he wiggled his pointer fingers in between the tight skin of his boyfriends cunt and their baby. He stretched the skin gently, hoping to pull just enough to get it over the pretty point of their kids nose.
“I know it’s gonna be hard, babe, but when I pull- you will push, you have to push.” Ro directed, heart racing as he prepared to hurt his boy in such a way. “Nooo!” Johnny exclaimed, not wanting to be in any worse pain than he already was. His face was red with the effort he had already put in. But as he felt his lovely boyfriend pull at the already burning skin of his pussy, it was like instinct. “Okay, I’m pushing. Fuck- Romeo I’m pushing! That fucking hurts!!” He pushed as hard as he could, feeling as he was stretched just enough to get the nose and lips out of him. “Do you want to keep going? You need a second? Do you still need my help?” Romeo asked, covering his bases before anything else could happen. His boy just responded by continuing to push, pulling his legs up towards his chest in an attempt at furthering his progress faster.
His screams picked up, turning from high pitched cries to a full blown murder scream. Until suddenly, it stopped. The pain became dull for a moment, and his voice grew quieter, nothing but a soft “ah- ah- shit-“ to be heard. He had birthed the head. Johnny was finally able to take a breath. His cunt felt more used than it ever had. He knew Romeo would be making jokes about how he’d have to give up his size queen status after this. The thought of a time after this, after this grueling pain. He’d be giving the baby a bottle, and Romeo would be teasing him, and he wouldn’t be feeling the fullest he ever had. He wouldn’t be feeling like his insides were being torn and pulled and he would be holding onto his boyfriend for much more enjoyable reasons than this. His moment of peace was near immediately interrupted by the pressure returning.
Though, not as intense as the hardest part was over with, it was still enough to make him groan in distain, feeling the sting of tears prick up in the corner of his eyes. “Not again, not so soon-“ He felt himself push before he could even make the decision to. Tiny sharp bones pressing against the inside of his already sore lips. “You’re okay. You can do this.” Ro encouraged, running the backs of his knuckles over the insides of his thighs. For the first time in this whole process, Johnny was calm enough to even hear him. He couldn’t help but give a tired smile, the grin matching his half lidded eyes. Of course Romeo would be throwing motivation like this, his personal trainer roots never die. “One more hard part and it’ll be done! C’mon, pretty boy, I need you to push.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. In fact, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself if he tried, both shoulders attempting to emerge at the same time.
It was nothing compared to the head of the babe, but it was a stretch, a stinging in a way he hadn’t felt yet. Their head was round, and smooth, and their shoulders were bony and flat and digging into his skin in a way that made him think just maybe there might be claw like marks when they were done. “Mmmmm-“ He hummed, volume only getting louder as the contraction built. “God fuck! It’s coming!” One shoulder slowly pushed through, dragging and pulling against his skin, eliciting high pitched whines from Johnny. He could feel his stomach harden and tighten with the effort his body was going to in order to get this baby out, and still it felt like it was going to last an eternity. Finally the one shoulder broke through, Romeo’s counter pressure likely the only thing keeping Johnny from tearing. A single second of relief that he wouldn’t have to push them both out simultaneously. He couldn’t imagine.
“It’s almost done, baby, just keep pushing. Keeeepppp pushing.” His boyfriend comforted, keeping one hand on his pussy, the other still gently stroking his thigh and calf. The child twisted, slinking it’s way out. Johnny continued crying and yelping as he wasn’t even pushing anymore. If he wasn’t yelling explicits, he was clinging to anything he could reach and allowing his whines to get higher. The contraction was doing everything for him, unable to push for himself even if he wanted to. This final stretch was going so fast. He was terrified. He wanted it done. He didn’t think it would ever end. But it did. With one final “Holy fuck! No!” the other shoulder popped free.
“Ro, please! Please! Pull them out! Pull- please!” He screamed Romeo couldn’t say no to begging like that. He eased them out of his boyfriend, gently hooking his hands under their arms and pulling upwards. Johnny whimpered as the babe was finally out of him, and Ro had just placed them on his bare chest. “Oh my god…” He moaned, holding onto his baby like they’d poof from existence if he didn’t hold on enough. He rubbed their back and they immediately started crying, causing tears to prick Johnny’s eyes. That was his babe. That was his daughter. “Ro!” He called to his boyfriend, who was in fact gone from the room to gather some scizzors and towels. “We have a girl! A little girl!”
> Local man in his 40s finally takes pregnancy test after weeks of watching his belly swell, assumes he must be entering his third trimester
> 24 weeks later, local man still pacing around hoping for labor to begin, cursing his bf for having twins in the family and being over a foot taller than him
Your repair guy who’s heavily pregnant with twins and never mentions it, even when it takes him a full minute to pick a screwdriver up off the floor ❤️
Ugh I love pregnant businessmen… really like the idea of a high level exec with like 800 important projects frantically waddling around in a shirt like four sizes too big for him but the buttons are still straining around the torpedo triplet belly that enters rooms long before the rest of him. Everyone’s afraid to question him but they can’t help but stare at his visibly contracting belly, and he tells them yeah yeah he was supposed to have had the kids and be on paternity leave already, but it’s fine, he has so many loose ends to tie up!
He arrived at work at 7AM sharp with the labor suppressants on hand but he hasn’t taken them yet cause they’re an extreme measure. So even though he keeps having to stop during conversations to lean on tables and groan his way through brutal contractions, he still doesn’t think it’s time for the pills. He’s coated in sweat and idly circling his hips as he talks to coworkers, trying to find a way to stand where the lowest baby’s head doesn’t feel so heavy.
He’s touching base about his most important project at 10:00AM when he starts to feel the need to push. But he just… doesn’t. Resists it even though it makes him feel squirmy and uneasy and like he wants to scream. Mumbles, “Don’t push, dooon’t push” to himself as he tries and fails to jog to his office after, too bow-legged by the feeling that a head is about to fall out of him.
He manages to duck into his office’s private bathroom and get his pants off before his water breaks. But when he examines himself in the full length mirror, he finds the first baby already making a bulging dome of his pussy, and resigns himself to pushing it out. He leans back on a chair he brought in for this purpose and watches his cunt slowly flex open with each push, shuddering at the sight. The pressure makes his meta cock stand up, making it look as huge and swollen as it ever has.
After a good half hour of watching the head bob closer and closer to its widest point before sinking back in, it finally stays, spreading his hole in a tight crown. He throws his head back and groans in pain, toes curling as he drags his fingertips delicately over his taut cunt lips. He massages his perineum and applies counter pressure as the head slowly, slowly teases him, always looking ready to pop out. Finally it bursts out, and he yelps, shuddering. He delivers in a few more pushes.
By 11, he’s sent his first baby on its way with one of the nannies he’s had on standby and is ready to jump back in to his schedule. He tosses back a dose of labor suppressant pills before he goes, and they work like a dream. The contractions ease up enough that they’re practically background noise, only the pressure of a low head occasionally reminding him that birth is imminent.
He works all the way until 4PM before the pressure starts to be too intense to think through, and he decides he should probably at least check what’s going on down there. He steps into the empty office of someone who went home early and reaches into his pants—only to find a head peeking out into his underwear! It thrills him almost as much as it annoys him; they should really have a warning on the label if the pills can’t handle a birth canal that’s already opened for another baby.
Oh well. Nothing for it. He limps back to his office and drops into a squat as soon as he closes the door, groaning at the relief of his pelvis flaring open. He hisses through his teeth as the head surges forward, stinging his cunt, and cups his bulging lips, exhaling shakily as he tries to massage them. The positioning just happens to make his palm into a nice little divot for his swollen cock to rub against, and he feels it going rock hard as his cunt grows round and heavy with the barely-held head. He keeps it there, rocking his hips and massaging for a long while before finally the pressure is unbearable, and he starts to push.
He crowns quickly, and this time as he tends to his stretched lips, he circles his fingertips around his perked cock every once in a while, too, teasing it. When he births the head, the release of pressure almost feels like something more, so much so that it leaves his cock pulsing and tender to the touch. But he leaves the poor little thing lonely while he guides his second baby out, easily pushing out one shoulder and then the other.
After another nanny from his team whisks away the new child, and he rubs the limp, heavy shape of the one remaining in his womb. He glances at his watch, seeing it’s only a bit after 4:30. The pills might not be enough to get him through the business dinner tonight—hors d'oeuvres will start at 5:00, main course at 6:00, and the execs will probably want to stay for coffee after the sales guys leave, so that could go to 9 or 10, easy. And with his birth canal now twice-loosened… he needs something more.
He unlocks the special drawer of his desk and hums thoughtfully as he surveys the contents. His selection of toys has seen a lot of use during his pregnancy; sometimes nothing can satisfy the hormones like wearing a vibe all day or sitting on a dildo during a video call. But one item that hasn’t seen much use is a massive plug. He intended to use it to stretch himself out before the births, but his one attempt to get it in had failed after over an hour of trying. Now, though…
He spreads his legs, and gently holds his tender, birth-stretched lips back. He had to give up at 3/4ths of the way inside when he first tried it, but this time the plug glides easily to that depth. His aching birth canal clutches at it, and he rolls his head back, squirming in exquisite pain. With slow, gentle screwing motions back and forth, he works the plug in. It’s massive, but it still feels small compared to a head.
“Come on,” he moans, “come on, c—AH!” His body jerks as the plug pops inside, settling happily beyond the still remarkably elastic muscles around his opening, nudging heavily against his poor cervix. He cringes and squirms a little, feeling something almost like suction as his dilated cervix flexes around the blunt nose of the toy. “Ohhh fuck…”
It’s massive. His overused cunt stings around it and the discomfort of it peeking into his womb makes him feel almost sick, but he knows one thing for sure: that baby isn’t going anywhere while he’s plugged like this.
He staggers to his feet, and spends the whole time getting ready for the dinner groaning loud and long as the plug shifts inside him, its weight bullying his cunt for every moment. His little cock tents his briefs, standing so hard that he can even see it through his slacks, though he doubts anyone else would notice, especially beneath the shadow of his still-huge belly. Though he’s pushed out two of the triplets now, his womb still feels half-full, maybe more.
He’s still big enough that no one at the dinner seems to suspect that he’s already started delivering. They can tell he’s close, what with the slow, wincing, wide-stanced way that he walks, and how he can’t stop shifting when seated, but no one bothers him about it as he keeps his spirits high and the subject on business.
After it takes two employees to help him groan himself to his feet, he waddles heavily into the bathroom to check the plug. There’s so much pressure that he isn’t surprised when he sees his crotch bulging obscenely low, so stretched that it’s shaped like a head is halfway out of him even though there’s barely a glimpse of the dildo’s silicone between his puffy red lips. He shudders and strokes his perked dick, eyes rolling back at its sheer sensitivity.
Though he could spend hours touching his birth-swollen cunt, he knows the other execs are waiting for him in the lounge. He’s shuffling slow with a hand to his back and his hips heavily forward when he joins them. Without the employees to behave for, half the exec board is coming over to tease him about how close he looks, and tell him he really should be in the hospital, and feel his still-shockingly-taut belly beneath his straining shirt. He indulges in their attention, subtly rocking his hips to feel the massive plug.
But soon, too soon, he feels the breath-stealing cramp of a head splitting his cervix. His cunt lips sting, cupped between the weight of his plug-deformed pussy and the crotch of his slacks.
With ties loosened around the room and more than a little of someone’s flask of whiskey shared between most of the execs, they’re bolder in watching him. One of the board members reclines on a couch, trailing fingers over the stark line stretching the crotch of his slacks. The vice president of marketing sits on the arm of a chair, her sharp pencil skirt hiked halfway up her thigh and her hips rolling against the upholstery.
It’s the CFO who finally approaches him.
“What’s this?” His deep, cool baritone makes the pregnant man shudder, and that’s before the heavy hand with the Rolex on the wrist cups his bulging crotch. “The head’s coming?”
“No.” He groans and lets his head fall back, settling his weighty cunt in this powerful man’s hand. “Head’s… in my cervix. Mmh.” The suppressant is beginning to wear off, the single steady cramp he’s felt all around his pelvic cradle tightening into something with more promise. “Ohhhh…”
“Then what’s this?” The CFO gently hefts the weight in his hand, and the laboring exec moans wretchedly.
“Ohhh, fuck. It’s- a plug. It’s plugging me up. Keeping the baby in. But- I feel it coming.” Before he knows what’s happening, his cunt bulges and the plug presses firmly against the CFO’s palm. “Oh- fuck, I’m pushing… oh…”
The CFO makes a low, purring sound. He strokes the straining pussy in his hand. “Why don’t you show us, baby?”
His head spins, the burn in his pussy increasing as he pushes the head firmly into his cervix. The contraction passes, leaving him gasping, swaying his hips, groaning. The CFO, still holding him by the bulge of his crotch, guides him by the plugged pussy to an ornate rug in the middle of the room. He unbuttons the laboring exec’s slacks and tugs them down, along with his soaked underwear.
“Come on, be a team player and show us.”
His cock aches as he sinks shakily to his knees. As a contraction grips his lower back, he groans and falls forward onto his hands, leaving his bare pussy upturned between his legs, showing the room how it stretches obscenely around the massive plug. The whole room watches as more and more black silicone inches out.
“Holy shit, he really plugged his cunt up,” someone says.
The exec in the pencil skirt draws a knee up and lets a hand fall between her toned thighs, openly circling two manicured nails over the seam of her pantyhose. “He likes it. Being good and plugged for us this whole time.”
With a wrung-out moan, he releases the push, shuddering as he feels his lips suck the plug back in. He rocks in place, limbs trembling as the muscles in his lower body remain seized tight around the head in his cervix.
He’s still catching his breath when his belly tenses towards him again. He gasps, disoriented by how quickly that came on, what was that, a minute? 30 seconds?
“It’s coming,” he groans as his cunt squeezes uselessly around the plug. “The baby’s coming, I need to push it out…”
“Hm.” Footsteps behind him. Then, a playful tap on the base of the plug, barely a nudge but still enough to make him whimper and jerk away from the stimulus. “Well,” says the CFO, “I guess you need to push out this plug, first.”
The thing is, he could reach around and get the plug out of his own pussy if it came to it. There is no actual reason to continue to endure this pain, the gut-twisting discomfort of being blocked from birthing.
But his cock is so hard.
Panting, he hangs his head and pushes.
Though the plug is a bit smaller than the heads he’s already crowned today, the base is so unforgivingly flat that every time he gets close to expelling it, his burning, swollen cunt lips just won’t relinquish the corners. He can feel his cunt bulging out far, so stretched that he realizes with a lurch of twisted heat that it will never be the same after this.
And every time the plug sinks back in, the corner drags over his gspot, making his engorged cock jump at the peak of his yawning cunt.
He pushes for a long time, until his whole body quivers and drips with cold sweat. He manages to push the baby’s head through his cervix, but that only forces it in alongside the plug, making him wail as the plug wedges at an angle against the wall of his birth canal, straining it well beyond its ability and forcing his opening to stretch abruptly to the left.
“AUGH!” He sounds like a kicked dog, his voice coming in rasping barks and whines. “Fuck, I need it out, I need it out, the head, the head—!”
“Aw,” says the CFO, pulling out of the drooling minor exec who’s been choking on his cock, “it’s okay if you can’t do it. You should have told me it was too big.”
He pants, feeling the part of the child still in his womb bounce with his aching abdominal muscles. His cunt twitches futilely. Then, when a contraction comes, he tucks his chin to his chest and lows as he pushes with everything he’s got. The plug surges inside him, straining at his entrance for a second, two, three…
“AaaaaAAAAUGH!” A throat-tearing scream busts out of him just as the plug does. The hunk of silicone makes a thunderous noise when it hits the floor, and people around the room gasp and marvel at the sight of it.
The CFO laughs in delight and calls him a good boy, and he only half-listens, because the shoulders of his final baby just spread his cervix and the head is heavy in his cunt. After so much stimulation, the pressure of the skull on his gspot makes his cock so hard it stings.
“Ohhhhh…” he starts to rock on his hands and knees, swiveling his hips around. “Oh, please. I need it. There, there, there—“ he babbles desperately to his own body as he tries to position it just right, chasing that swelling, pulling feeling beneath the pain, that release just a breath away…
He contracts and screams as he pushes the head to a crown. “I’m so full,” he groans, “so full.” He hears exclamations and expletives as everyone looks at his swollen pussy framing the perfect circle of the emerging head. “So full, the pressure, it’s so, it’s so…” He goes down on his elbows and keeps rocking, moaning brokenly as the position piles pressure on his gspot. His cock is a burning, pulsing point of sensation.
“Ohhhh here it comes, here it comes, I’m gonna push it out, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—!” He goes lightheaded with effort and feels his cunt budge the head as it clenches, his cock tingling, and-
The sudden relief of birthing the head tips him over the edge, and he screams as he cums, rutting weakly in the air as his twitching cock goes overstimulated and untouched. It keeps washing over him, making him twist and grip at the carpet and keep pushing, and with a surge of agony and unbearable pleasure, he thrusts his hips back and cums out the shoulders.
He collapses with the baby still halfway in his cunt, eyelids fluttering, whole body pulsing. People are speaking to him, but he ignores them for the moment to enjoy the aftershocks; after all, his paternity leave has officially started.
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